In the Depths of Midnight Realms

Silent thoughts in midnight realms amble towards lucidity
And even if they reach consciousness,
by journeys long and weary,
expression will remain miles away
Among heavy hearts and
Unsatisfactory bulls-eye darts
which romantics sure do carry

The pockets of midnight realms are littered with the remains of photogenic prayers
Preying
On divergent souls which still linger on the verge of divergence
And creating
Religion to prolong lucidity
so that silent thoughts remain voiceless and amble on like ghosts,
Eternally striving for manifestation in one forgiving, maverick soul